The City's Invincible Soldier King

Long Lin pressed two of his fingers together and poked Zhu Wanhao's seventh young wife a few times, then turned on the wall light directly.

The blinding light woke Zhu Wanhao up.

Looking at Long Lin who had a ferocious scar across his face, who seemed to be infiltrating into his body under the dim yellow light, Zhu Wanhao suddenly sat up and asked in fear: "Who?"

"Satan." Long Lin replied coldly.

Zhu Wanhao shook his young wife in fear as he tried to find some courage.

"Don't waste your energy. Even if you stab her with a knife, she won't wake up." Long Lin took out a sharp scalpel from his pocket and laughed coldly, "Satan has descended, and the dead are crying. Zhu Wanhao, I promise you, you will cry and beg me to kill you."

"I am also responsible to tell you, in my hands, death is a luxury."

"You …" Zhu Wanhao tried his best to shrink his fat body back as he asked in fear, "What are you trying to do?"

"It's too boring to tell you the answer now." Long Lin used his extremely hoarse voice, and said coldly, "When you beg me to kill you, I will naturally tell you the answer."

"You …"

Long Lin was too lazy to speak any more nonsense. His figure flashed, rushed to Zhu Wanhao's side, and used two of his fingers to continuously poke at Zhu Wanhao's body.

The five major acupoints of xuanji, Shan, Qi Sea, Guan Yuan, and Shen Que were completely sealed, cutting off Zhu Wanhao's circulation route of Qi, causing him to instantly become a patient with severe myasthenia gravis.

His consciousness was absolutely clear and his perception was normal. However, all the muscles in his body were unable to exert any strength.

If he wanted to shout, he couldn't even make the slightest sound.

If you want to move, it is difficult to even bend your fingers.

If he wanted to beg for mercy, he could only rely on his eyes to express his feelings.

Long Lin ignored Zhu Wanhao's gaze, grabbed his neck, and pulled him out of the bedroom and into the living room.

"Whap."

Zhu Wanhao threw Zhu Wanhao onto the ground and bit off a piece of the floor.

His knees, lips, and chest all emitted a sharp and clear pain, causing Zhu Wanhao to be unable to hold back and let out a sharp scream. However, Zhu Wanhao, who didn't use any strength at all, could only squeeze out a weak humming sound from his throat.

Long Lin slowly bent down and squatted beside Zhu Wanhao, with a cold smile on his face that was as sharp as knives.

The Infernal King's smile!

Under Zhu Wanhao's fearful gaze, Long Lin stretched out his index finger and poked a few times on his body.

It was neither painful nor itchy, but it gave Zhu Wanhao a bone-piercing chill.

Long Lin once again brought up Zhu Wanhao, allowing him to use a more comfortable figure to lean against the sofa. The purpose was to let him clearly see the process of the punishment.

"You are the first ordinary person to enjoy the taste of Satan's descent." Long Lin picked up Zhu Wanhao's fat right arm that did not have any strength left, and said while smiling: "This is your honor."

Honor?

If he could, Zhu Wanhao felt that he would scold Long Lin's ancestors for hundreds of generations to the point that their heads would be drenched in dog blood.

Long Lin ignored the terrified Zhu Wanhao and walked into the bathroom. He took out a plastic basin and placed it on the sofa.

"Woo woo …"

Zhu Wanhao tried his best to beg for mercy, but he could only squeeze out a little wuuuu sound. He tried his best to move his body, but to no avail.

"Enjoy it, hur hur."

In the midst of his ice-cold sneer, Long Lin suddenly grabbed Zhu Wanhao's right arm and used a sharp scalpel to cut a 20 centimeter long wound on his arm.

Blood flowed down his arm and into the plastic basin. Not a single drop fell onto the sofa.

The fear and intense pain in his heart caused Zhu Wanhao to howl with all his might, but the only sound that came out was a low wailing sound filled with fear.

Zhu Wanhao tried his best to stay away from the demon, but he couldn't move an inch.

Long Lin then used a sharp scalpel to cut two neat cuts on the two ends of the wound. After that, he put down the scalpel and hooked the skin on the wound with his finger.

The skin on the wound that was cut on three sides was ripped apart by Long Lin, as if he was tearing off a piece of dog skin plaster that was pasted on his body.

What was skinning?

Zhu Wanhao had finally seen it with his own eyes.

A heart-wrenching pain suddenly struck him, causing Zhu Wanhao to instantly collapse.

What made him feel more miserable was the psychological impact of watching the process of the torture with his own eyes.

Skin peeling was just the beginning.

Under Zhu Wanhao's gaze of being destroyed, Long Lin picked up the scalpel again and fiercely stabbed it into his arm, all the way to the tip of the blade. Then, like a carpenter drawing a line, he drew a straight line on Zhu Wanhao's arm.

"Woo woo …"

Zhu Wanhao screamed hysterically as he struggled with all his might. Unfortunately, everything was in vain, and other than a slight "wuwu" sound, it was completely useless.

A straight cut extended from one end of the wound to the other. Long Lin then pulled out the scalpel and stabbed it deeply into the wound less than half a centimeter away.

Another straight cut appeared where the skin had been peeled.

Zhu Wanhao completely crumbled, he closed his eyes and fainted.

In front of Long Lin, even fainting was an extravagant hope.

After using a silver needle to save his savior Zhu Wanhao, Long Lin then stabbed the scalpel deep into the wound on his skin. Slowly, but perfectly straight, his cut ran from one end of the wound to the other.

It was only a single slash, but Zhu Wanhao fainted again.

Then, he was awoken by Long Lin once again.

After waking up, Long Lin then stabbed the scalpel into the wound.

Zhu Wanhao fainted once again, but was saved once again.

Every time he lost consciousness and woke up, there would be a new, straight wound on his wounds that weren't covered by his skin.

There was a distance of half a centimeter between the wound and the wound.

After a total of twenty exchanges of coma and soberness, the muscles on the wound had become twenty thin, even pieces of flesh.

Long Lin finally put down the scalpel, used his fingers to hook onto one end of a strip of meat shreds, and with a slight force, the meat shreds were torn apart by Long Lin. Then, Long Lin slowly tore the meat shreds apart.

Seeing the meat that was slowly being torn off the bones, Zhu Wanhao closed his eyes and fainted.

Zhu Wanhao was saved and awakened, then he saw the scene of Long Lin ripping off his muscles from his bones.

He repeated this process twenty times. After being unconscious and awake for twenty times, twenty thin pieces of flesh hung on the other side of the wound like blood-red ribbons.

What was a cramp?

This is cutting meat.

His skin and muscles were split open, revealing his bloodstained bones.

Long Lin picked up the scalpel again and scratched on the bloody bone.

The final step in the first stage of Satan's descent.

Eviscerate.

The process was not that terrifying, but it was the most painful process.

The periosteum was thin, but it was covered with nerves.

In just three seconds, Zhu Wanhao was already unconscious from the pain.

But a minute later, Zhu Wanhao opened his listless eyes and picked up the scalpel.

Three seconds of unconsciousness, a minute of awakening.

The process finally came to an end after twenty-six tries.

After the first set of procedures was completed, Long Lin instantly transformed into a top-notch repairman.

First, he carefully spread the entire bone layer onto the blood-stained bone. Then, he used a sharp dagger to cut open the palm of his left hand and dripped seven to eight milliliters of blood on the bone.

The miraculous blood allowed his periosteum to quickly recover at an astonishing rate.

Then, Long Lin tore off the pieces of meat that were hung on the other side of the wound, placing them back into their original positions. The whole process was nimble and meticulous.

After the meat was all returned to him, Long Lin cut open his palm, dyed red with his fresh blood, and used his blood to evenly spread across his ripped skin.

In the end, Long Lin left the end of his skin that was connected to his body perfectly stuck to the wound.

After doing all that, Long Lin walked into the bathroom and took out a towel that was soaked with warm water.

Three minutes later, Long Lin used a wet towel to gently wipe away the blood on Zhu Wanhao's arm, allowing him to clearly see the wound on his arm.

The wound was no longer bleeding, and the wound was rapidly healing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

This …

Zhu Wanhao was deeply stunned.

Five minutes later, the three cuts became three thin red lines. Apart from the color of the surrounding skin, there were no other marks left behind by the scalpel.

Long Lin carried the plastic basin into the bathroom, poured the blood into the washbasin, rushed into the sewers and washed it clean. He then returned to the living room and sat across from Zhu Wanhao.

"Now, let me give you a detailed description of the whole process of Satan's descent."

"First of all, I have to make a statement." Long Lin looked at the frightened Zhu Wanhao, and said with a smile, "I do not like the name Satan, the reason there is such a name, is because I have used this method to interrogate many" friends "from other countries, you know, in the west there is only Satan, and no King of Hell."

"Everyone who has been tortured calls me Satan, which is why this game is called Satan's Descent." Long Lin casually wiped the blood on the scalpel with a wet towel and said with a smile, "Actually, the flow of this game was set up according to the legends of the 18 Hells of China. So, to be more precise, it should be the descent of Yama."

"How uncultured, how terrifying." Long Lin shook his head, and muttered in dissatisfaction, "Those Western idiots, even Yama Minamiya and Satan cannot differentiate between them, they deserve to be chopped into pieces and fed to the dogs."

Long Lin's mutterings caused Zhu Wanhao to uncontrollably feel a chill that went through his bones.

"But because the conditions are limited, I won't allow you the privilege of enjoying the entire 18 Hells of Hell's magic journey. I only prepared a Blade Mountain Hell, a Oil Pot Hell, a Volcano Hell, and a Saber Saw Hell for you.

Please forgive the poor hospitality.

Long Lin shuddered in fear when he heard Long Lin's ridiculing words.

If he had the strength to bite his tongue and commit suicide, Zhu Wanhao would rather die happily.

"Because I forgot to bring so many blades, so Blade Mountain can only mean it this way. Sorry." Long Lin smiled as he stood up and walked out of the hall.

Not long after, Long Lin brought out an electric stove, a frying pan and a large barrel of cooking oil from the kitchen on the first floor.

Under Zhu Wanhao's cold gaze, Long Lin poured half a pot of cooking oil into the electric frying pan, plugged in the power, and turned on the electric stove.

"I'm sorry, but your family's pot is really too small, and it can't really help you experience the fantasy of a frying pan. Please forgive me." A cold smile that was as sharp as knives quietly floated onto Long Lin's face, "As compensation, I can give you a chance to choose as you wish."

"A, first use your right hand in a frying pan. B, first use your left hand. C, right foot, D, left foot."

Long Lin turned his head to look at the boiling hot oil on the floor, and said with a smile, "Of course, if you like having both of your hands in the pot, I can satisfy you too. Although your pot is a little small, but putting both of your hands in it at the same time should not be a problem."

"The oil is about to boil. Hurry up and decide."

Long Lin turned his head to look at the oil that was rolling around, leaving Zhu Wanhao with a cold smile on his face.

Satan, no, Yama.

This madman was exactly like Yama Minamiya who had just escaped from the 18 Hells.

Before being punished, Zhu Wanhao had already broken down.